Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

older than Metusalem; our eternal capital.

 

The nations have always wanted       you,

taking you away from your lover,     Jew;

but you are still our eternal capital.

 

And when the Jews were expelled from Israel by the                Romans,

Benjamin and Yehuda were stopped from their                         romance;

but we kept remembering you – next year in Jerusalem!

 

Suddenly the Muslims claimed their right to our    love,

they said, that their claim came from an angel       above;

but Jews in the Diaspora kept remembering Yerushalayim.

 

Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

a problem since Metusalem!

 

The British wanted to take you from our              hand,

and take you to England’s green and pleasant     land;

but we fought for you, Jerusalem our capital.

 

At Dunkirk, when the civilians made their army                           shine,

they brought “Jerusalem” to their hearts, their finest                  shrine;

the true “Jerusalem” was taken to England’s green and pleasant land.

The poem is available in this PDF file: Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem

About the Author
From London, Britain, Benjamin Kurzweil is sharing his interest in storytelling and comic pun style poems - with a Jewish twist.
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